Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my low-rider

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary definition of the spastic
You have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out you can do to go for yours
But like a to a paper, I got more to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take your time, and on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all